Apocrypha 1: Pulsation / Slave Ledger / Orphanage Daily Life
『Cross Moon Territory - 24th (Morning)』
After being reborn as Mother's apostle, I carefully examined my form, having accidentally frozen the entire house due to my unfamiliar mana. A perfect body just like Mother's. Massive breasts, plump hips, and a hyper cock to match. Staring at my reflection in the mirror from every angle made my cock even harder. And in an instant, even without touching it...
--Splurt... spluuuurt♥
[Ohooooh♥♥]
It decorated the transparent blue ice with sticky, fresh precum. Riding that momentum, I thought of Mother and jerked off with both hands, squeezing out semen three times as a little appetizer. Then one hand plunged into my pussy while the other stroked my cock, leading to two massive ejaculations. I was just thinking of making an ice onahole to fuck when... the closed door swung wide open.
Standing there was Alex... Fufu, no, Blair now. One of my sisters who had guided me to this new realm. Blair, with her striking blood-red hair, grinned the moment she saw me and approached.
[Welcome, Raysi... no, hm... should I call you by a different name now?]
[Blair. Good morning♥ I've been reborn before Mother's blessing♥ The pathetic male Raysi Gliss is dead. My name is Glacia Harmonics. The glorious name Mother bestowed upon me♥]
Raysi Gliss... a hideous, inferior male's name not even worth uttering. That male is dead now. I am Glacia Harmonics. Mother's sharpest spear. A slave who has sworn eternal loyalty to Mother♥
[Ahahaha♥ Right, Glacia sis♥ Looking forward to working with you. Everything for our Mistress♥]
[Yes... everything for Mother♥]
Right after chanting our vows of loyalty to Mother, Blair and I felt our balls tighten. Our hyper cocks drew massive arcs of semen, staining the floor once more with hot, fresh cum. We faced each other and ejaculated mindlessly until, panting, Blair seemed to remember something. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a black cube.
[Hoo... almost forgot. Sis, take a look at this.]
[That's...? Aha♥ Mother's?]
I didn't know the cube's purpose, but Mother's blessing overflowed from it uncontrollably. I wanted to hold it too♥ Jerk off while sniffing that scent♥
[Calm down first, Glacia sis. I get leaking precum from feeling Mistress's power, but let me explain this Cube's function.]
[Cum? Aah, you mean... fufu♥ Just seeing a fragment of Mother turns you into such a lewd body that drips cum♥]
The so-called Cube glowed in Blair's hand, enveloping the entire room. Aaaaaah♥ Mother's blessing is caressing my body again♥ Blinded by the intense light, my cock wouldn't stop ejaculating.
--Spluuuurt♥
Though brief, once Mother's light faded, I stood not on the frozen floor but in pitch-black space where even corners were indistinguishable. And there, I faced two familiar faces.
[Ooh♥ Raysi finally became the Goddess's apostle! Congratulations♥]
[Ahaha♥ Knew it. No escaping the Goddess's blessing. I always knew you'd kneel before Her. So, time to pay for freezing my ass last time~]
Clarice and Mel approached with beaming smiles. Clarice stroked my cock while Mel fondled my balls.
[Kyaaah♥ You two... I just came, touching there will make me cum again♥ And my name isn't Raysi anymore. I am Mother's loyal spear. Glacia Harmonics! Remember that♥]
[What? Goddess gave you a new name too? Jealous. I want one~]
[Aha! Then I'll call you Glacia sis from now on! Anyway, hm... Blair too—looks like when a male becomes the Goddess's apostle, She renames them Herself... Should've been born male!]
Jealous, their touches grew rougher. My cock, spent multiple times, swelled eagerly. Pressing behind the glans and balls, pushing me to the peak♥
--Spluuuurt spluuuurt spluuuurt♥♥
[Uhooooooh♥ Cumming♥ Cumming♥]
My waist arched like a bow, unleashing a load dwarfing today's previous ones, painting the black space white. My moans echoed, mind hazy.
--Clap!!
[Enough playing, you two... We brought sis here to give her a weapon, right?]
Blair's clap snapped me from pleasure. She looked eager to join but regretfully pulled away, having discussed with Clarice and Mel beforehand. They licked the cum from their hands before speaking to me, still lost in afterglow.
[Mmm♪ Glacia sis's semen is delicious♥ Blair and Mel's are great, but yours has a unique flavor♥]
[Agreed~ Chilly and sticky in the mouth♥]
Clarice and Mel pulled their cum-coated fingers from their mouths, rating the taste. So happy they enjoyed it♥ Regaining composure, I recalled Blair's words. A weapon? Formed by Mother's power like the Cube... I guessed.
[Then look behind you, sis?]
[Behind?]
Turning, countless pieces of equipment lay there. All infused with Mother's blessing? While I gawked, Mel casually tossed a blue spear.
[Glacia sis, catch.]
[This is... no way?]
Grabbing it reflexively, I knew instantly. Inky blue tip, razor-sharp to shred anything. A weapon Mother forged for me alone. Pink gauntlets, purple gun, golden twin swords. Aah... of course♥ I was destined to be reborn as Mother's daughter... Resistance was futile♥ Laughter wouldn't stop♥ Everyone gathers at Mother's side♥
[Come on, sis. Check out the others♪ Can't you feel the Goddess's blessing just looking? All prepared by Her for us apostles♥]
[Aha... ahahaha♥ Thank you all♥]
Now I saw—Clarice and Mel's revealing outfits were Mother's gifts too. Suppressing laughter, led by Clarice's hand, I browsed the leaking holy gear for what suited me.
My picks...
[Hee~ Great choices, sis♪ That high-leg and choker look so slutty. My cock's hardening just looking♥]
[Waa! So pretty♥ The latex gloves and heels make you even more seductive... total whore vibe♪]
Sky-blue high-leg leotard, cutouts at nipples and cock. Back half-exposed aerodynamically, bottom fabric wedged like a T-panties. Earrings, matching blue latex gloves, and heels to emphasize my lewdness. Perfect choices♥
[Right... Clarice. That 'thing' that was originally sis's. Time to return it?]
[Oh yeah! Here, sis!]
At Blair's words, Clarice pulled a red-and-inky-blue ring from her cleavage. My face soured momentarily—it was proof of the foolish vow I made in my ignorant male days, evidence of my sin. But Mother's blessing flowed from it too. How could I refuse Mother's gift...?
[Sorry, no need to return it. I'd say toss it—useless to me now... but can't♥ Clarice remade it herself. I feel Mother's love here. How could I refuse♥]
Slipping the ring onto my left ring finger, I vaguely recalled why this finger, but it felt right. Amid the good vibes, one voice cut in.
[Wait wait wait! Everyone focus! Seeing Clarice pull that ring reminded me—Clarice, that parchment! Let's test it now!]
[Right! That♪ Wait a sec...]
At Mel's prompt, Clarice gestured, dropping a thick stack of parchment. Blair looked like she'd remembered too.
[Hold on... wouldn't that spot be better than here?]
[Maybe? Yeah... gotta show Glacia sis too. Strike while the iron's hot?]
[Great idea, Blair! Come on, sis. Not here—over there♪]
[You three... I still don't get what you're talking about...]
[It's fine. You'll get it right away♥]
Whispering secrets, they grabbed my hand and led me to the room's only door. What was beyond? And that parchment...?
--Creeeak...
Clarice, Mel, and Blair wore confident—expectant—smiles. Mel opened the door, revealing...
[[[[Welcome, Apostle-sama]]]]
Expressionless slave succubi with erect cocks and nipples, skins in every hue. They resembled me superficially, but instinct told me: I was fundamentally superior. Mere slaves.
Suddenly it hit me. The mass disappearances in the streets—nearly 200 people. And here, about 200 slaves. No way... Ahahaha♥ Turning vagrants into masterpieces♥
[You apostles there? Stop standing like idiots and make a 'desk' and 'chairs' over here!]
[[[[Yes, understood♥]]]]
At Clarice's gesture, slaves moved in perfect unison. Five lowered hips in a circle, backs bent, hands planted—desk. Pairs: one knelt prone, the other straddled their head with thighs clenched—chair.
[Come on~ Glacia sis! Sit and let's chat about this Yin Gate parchment♪]
[Got it. You all look so confident—I'll enjoy it too♥]
--Squelch...
--Squish...
--Slurp...
--Smooch...
We four sat on 'chairs' with special cocks penetrating our pussies lewdly. Familiar to us, loved directly by Mother. Slave insertions felt good but didn't reach our wombs. As expected from slaves.
[Ahem... I'll explain. This parchment's pattern is a Yin Gate. Super powerful spell! Effects vary by body part tattooed.]
[We promised to get them together when you were reborn as an apostle, sis.]
[Exciting, right sis♥ Thought about where to put yours?]
[Of course♥ It's Mother's gift. No apostle would refuse. You're the commendable ones for waiting on my unstable self♥]
Amid harmony, slaves approached with throbbing cocks and ornate teacups.
[[[[Holy semen tea, served.]]]]
--Spluuuurt...
Slaves jerked into teacups, filling them thickly. Expressionless, they placed them on the desk and left. Pungent cum scent filled the air. My hand grabbed one, gulping it down.
[Gulp... gulp... puha♥Ugh♥ Kids, slaves always like this?]
[Yep! Useless except cumming or as onaholes/dildos—gotta give them purpose, so we taught them♥]
[Ignore slaves, sis. More on Yin Gate! Enlarges the tattooed area. All have camouflage—hide without illusion magic! Amazing, right? I appraised it♥]
Mel boasted, hips twitching lewdly♥
[Mmm♪ Where to tattoo? I'm thinking two on each ball, one on breasts. Blair?]
[Breasts, cock, ass. Bigger the better, right?]
[Cock, balls, breasts for me♥ Aha♥ Feels good just tattooing♥ Kuh♥ You, sis?]
[Hm... ass, breasts, balls...]
We tattooed per Mel's explanation: cock, balls, ass, breasts. No desire to enlarge torsos/legs—just highlight lewd vulgarity. Same for all.
Changes were immediate. Breasts ballooned violently, asses firmer/plumper. Cocks longer/thicker, balls veiny and swollen. Naturally, we splattered cum on our enlarged parts.
Then we chatted: sex with Mother, Her cum's taste, Her massive cock. Such peace... As human, no such bonds. Should've surrendered in that forest♥
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『Cross Moon Territory - 23rd (Morning)』
"Grk! Let go! Release me!"
How did this happen? Civil war between Chronos Kingdom and our Istar Empire. Empire lost—my loss. As commander, I'd bear responsibility, escorted as POW. But now, no carriage or cell—just a small room reeking of oil, limbs bound, sprawled.
Not one to wait idly, I struggled. But cuffs/chains didn't budge. Lightning magic failed inexplicably. Trapped like a rat...
"Boss. This bitch resists hard. Punch her quiet??"
"Ease up. She's premium merchandise. Bruises mean no pay. Pathetic tied up, but golden goose worth a fortune. Bear it."
The ugly thugs before me ambushed the carriage, dragging me here. War wounds dulled my desperate resistance—captured futilely. So... merchants trading 'goods'—humans. Sleazy illegal slavers. They targeted me, using anti-lightning restraints after researching me. Powerless against their atrocities, seething.
If only I had a weapon...
"Boss! Slave bitch's sword and armor—gold ornaments galore. Sell 'em?"
"Separately. Sell everything valuable. Our auction house motto. Kyahaha!"
Gold ornaments...? Bastards dare sell sacred gear?! Greedy ghouls!!
"Insolent scum...!! Dare touch weapons/armor blessed by the Divine Beast?! Almiraj's wrath will punish you!"
"Whoa... scary, almost pissed myself. Kkek, but your empire? Heard princess/prince spared, rest of royals executed, heads dangling in markets. Know that?"
W-what? Bluffing? Or insulting pure royals with filthy tongues...!
"Hellbound scum... I won't forgive... ever! Don't think cheap lies fool me! I'll tear out your tongues, limbs, heads—"
"Won't believe, huh. Fresh info from our empire guys today. While soldiers away, rebels massacred royals."
Lies... lies! I won't believe. False intel. Princess Materi... Prince Barcle... safe. Must escape soon...
"Whoa, desperate to break free? Won't with your strength~ Custom-made just for you~"
"Good news: you'll fetch top price as combat slave. Tanned brown skin, muscular, virgin! Rare package."
"Shut up!! Better bite tongue and die than lifelong torment!"
Slave collar on neck, can't resist—future doomed. But suicide... incompetent soldier deserves no heaven.
"... Kuh, kuhahaha! Heard? Bitch'll bite tongue! Kyahaha! Rare type."
"Khuh... yeah. Believes tongue-biting kills? Empire skips basic education?"
Slavers clutched bellies laughing; subordinate wiped tears. Even noble resolve mocked—how low I've fallen... Enough. Sorry, Princess Materi, Prince Barcle... couldn't stay till end. Incompetent Elaine goes first...
--Crunch...?
"Mmph! Mmmph!! Mmmmmmph!!"
Tongue-biting for suicide, hard gag invaded mouth. Gag too?! Denying even my loyalty...!
"Slave. For the laughs, tip: biting tongue doesn't kill. Can't talk, though. Lowers value. Hot body, virgin, combat-ready goldmine. Special gag service. We're nice, right?"
"Always grateful. When sold, remember us. Filled your dumb brain, taught facts, saved tongue!"
"Mmph!! Mmph!"
No...! Slave over death? Kill me please...
"Oh yeah. Sub, circus girl's animals everywhere lately?"
"Yup. Guard insiders confirmed. Vagrants vanishing in territory? Lord and guild hunting culprit—us. Busted selling slaves, they're onto us."
"Trouble. Just moved, surveillance beasts everywhere—lay low till final auction, then bounce. Warn 'em. Idiots? Targeting us over worthless beggars?"
Someone hunting here...? Save me before sale... before more torment... Divine Beast, protect me...
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『Cross Moon Territory - 24th (Morning)』
"Director! Protest the church! They're looking down on us!"
"Calm down. Church sent urgent mail. Escort priestess Muse collapsed departure day. Hecate's righteous church wouldn't lie."
Even steadfast folk die suddenly—nature's way. Not surprising.
"But... absurd! They insisted on escort, now bail? Hire adventurers if consciences clear!"
"Done deal. Deception spits on their goddess. Suspicion without proof is wrong—I told you. Assistant?"
"Ah... sorry. Thought church despised us orphans... many do."
Assistant grinned sheepishly, cooled. Long-time aide, stayed to help post-growth. Quick worker minus hot temper—reliable for dealings, meals, prep. I rely on him.
Church invited me for lecture. Short trip, no escort needed, but they insisted politely—I accepted. Hours ago: Muse found collapsed in church. She wouldn't lie, tarnishing her name.
"Contract's contract. Prep carriage with food/supplies, assistant."
"Yes! But... really okay alone? If something happens to you, us and kids..."
"Haha! Funniest joke lately. Understand worry, but overkill. Doubt my skills?"
"No!? Not questioning top blacksmith/exorcist career, but monsters rising, uncertain futures—you said..."
His sincerity nearly teared me up. But I'm stronger than he thinks. 'Top' earned—medaled by king. Telling might excite him wildly. Later, when mature.
"Plus reason for territory: see Clarice. No recent letters; Muse says thriving, but old fogey needs eyes."
Clarice Siete. Orphaned by monster, flowed here traumatized—saw parents die, shut heart. Peers' efforts opened it; now adventuring with childhood friends.
Weekly letters—lately none. Worried, heading there.
"Sis Clarice... yeah, letters stopped."
"Pack my hammer, her gift too. Visiting spot first—go ahead."
"Got it! I'll polish hammer spotless!"
Leaving confident assistant, rose, headed backyard. Simple halls—no art/statues, walls kids' scribbles. Better for imagination than pricey decor—white walls.
Started tiny post-retirement. Grew rescuing parentless kids. Called 'orphans' savior'—just duty. Embarrassing.
Admiring colorful scribbles fondly, reached backyard garden door. Birds chirped, kids noisy beyond. Playtime, ah...
--Creeeak...
Scribble-covered door opened to romping kids. Hearing it, they turned, dirt-dusted, big-eyed, rushed me.
"""Directooor~"""
"My, kids. Good play today?"
"""Yes~"""
Monster-orphaned, abandoned—pitiful pasts. Yet beaming now. Their smiles erase daily woes.
"Director going somewhere?"
"Hehe~ How'd you know? Assistant tell?"
"Nah. Always go there before leaving."
Kid pointed to locked garden corner. Even they know. Better ignorant now. That's...
"Sharp memory! Director's touched."
"""Waa~~"""
Pet heads, toothy grins. My life's energy. Time short—farewells.
"Director off. Play safe."
"""Yes!"""
Smiling back, headed there. Holy power-unlocked padlock. Beyond: small graveyard, dozens markers. Comrades gone without bodies, kids I failed early... For kinless, I kneel in silent prayer.
Always visit before long trips—exorcist habit. Eyes closed, hands clasped, minutes kneeling. Pray for heaven, peaceful afterlife.
Superficial? Self-consolation? Just wish peace for gone ones.
Prayer ended by orphanage yell.
"Director! Carriage, weapons, holy water loaded! Ready!"
Fast. Just assigned. Time to go. Opened eyes, dusted robe soil, smiled at graves, exited.
"Already? Be back. Everyone..."
'Go■ fi■!'
"Director. All loaded—weapons, holy water. Let's go!"
Hm? Heard something besides assistant...? Age hearing tricks. 50, hallucinations? Youth abuse catching up. Time for self-care.
Normal pace: fortnight. Muse down worries—push, week arrival.
"Watch poor orphans while gone."
'■ne ■do!'
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